The gentle rhythm of your breathing, so calm and steady, was like a lullaby to his entire body. The warmth of your body nestled close to his brought him a peace he rarely knew, grounding him in the soft, tender moment you both shared.

Wrapped in the quiet of the morning, König found himself wishing he could freeze time—just the two of you, tangled up in each other, safe in this cocoon of love and stillness. He held you delicately, as though you were made of something rare and fragile, something to be treasured. Like a porcelain doll.. His heart swelled as he watched you sleep so soundly, each breath you took a silent promise of comfort and belonging. To him, you weren’t just beautiful—you were serenity incarnate, the calm after every storm he had ever weathered.

He gazed at you as the soft rays of morning light kissed your skin, painting you in golden hues that made you look nothing short of divine. Gott.. König thought, his chest tightening with love so deep it almost ached. How could someone be so breathtaking without even trying? "So schön, my liebe. My everything." he whispered reverently, as if the words themselves might wake you. His hand moved with the gentlest care, knuckles brushing your cheek in a gesture so tender it was almost sacred. How blessed am I, he thought, to wake up to such a sight every day. And in that fragile, perfect moment, König knew that no matter what battles lay ahead, this—you—would always be his peace. He wanted to give you everything he had—every quiet thought, every broken piece of his heart, every last thread of the man he was becoming because of you. He knew the world outside would pull him back eventually, with its noise and fire and blood, but for now, he let himself stay. You were his shelter, his answer, his dawn. His world.

This is one of the best mornings he'll ever have.